User blog comment:Ferretmaiden/The Outcasts/@comment-1677118-20110226192102

jezz angrily sets about making camp for the night, setting sticks up against the log, and covering them with leaves, to shed the rain that seemed about to comethinking '''why did you say all that?!? you've never told a stranger your story! Why is there something about that strange weasel that makes you even care if he's coming or not! grr....'''